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Published: July 12th 2011
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La Giralda
The main catedral near Los Barrios de Santa Cruz. Everything went as according to plan: smooth flights, edible plane food, no layovers, and my baggage was delivered in a timely fashion. As I began telling my taxi driver where to go it slowly began to sink in: holy crap, I'm finally here. The heat was intense-- the physical and the emotional. My cabbie began to obsess over the 44C weather as my new reality began roaring in my head; the phrase: estoy aquí. Over and over again. After two years of planning, and it's happening: NOW.
While in Sevilla I stayed at the Hotel Catalonia Giralda where I practiced my Spanish with the front desk clerks and was received with a warm smile as they observed my efforts. I visited the normal tourist locations: El Barrio de Santa Cruz, La Giralda, El Real Alcazar. I saw las gitanas waving leaves of sage outside the catedral, waiting for the confused, weak, and jet-lagged to stop for a palm reading. I also decided that I want a Sultan to fall in love with me because it seems that every architectural beauty there was inspired by a beautiful human one long ago. Everything in El Sur so far is filled with warmth and
light-- the people, the food, the sky, to the tiny and gorgeous details hidden on all of the buildings.
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loving reading this. great pics!